Chapter 6, The Heavenly Vessel is Deficient

  Deep in the night, Mingyue Peak, the moonlight casts a snowy white glow on the Xuanmen Seal, breathtakingly beautiful. The moon and the mist are forever thus, unchanged through the ages.

  Standing on the bluestone, Qin Hao was observing the grand momentum of this land. Since he crossed over to this place, he discovered that this Dragon's Lair had some unique features, which were even more pronounced under the moonlight. However, his eyes held a hint of confusion because he was actually a naturally born defective body, one that no one from ancient times to the present had been able to cultivate successfully. It was said that even the divine pulse couldn't penetrate it, and it was as if the flesh itself was rejecting any attempts at cultivation.

  Why did he get involved with Tang Seng? It's just because he was a godly vein, and his ancestors were indeed awesome. They were the existence that opened up the world, but when it came to their descendants, they were ordinary human bodies. From ancient times to the present, none of the godly veins had successfully cultivated their bodies, not one. Of course, the existence that opened up the world, Panhuang, was a complete exception.

  The master explained everything to him, this world has two ways of cultivation. The first is to open the divine treasure house, where the spiritual intelligence and energy of all things are located. The divine treasure house is the carrier of momentum, the foundation of becoming a Taoist. The master said that only by achieving the Tao can one be considered a true cultivator, but the master himself still lacks one step to achieve the Tao, so that the Tao will naturally merge with the great trend of heaven and earth, and can be used at will.

  Momentum can be said to be wind, fire, water, earth, and all things in the world contain momentum. The divine is the carrier of momentum.

  If the divine treasure cannot be opened, there is another cultivation method, that is to refine the body, open up the acupoints all over the body, and bear the momentum of heaven and earth. However, those who can open it are few and far between, and the path of cultivation is even more difficult, ten or a hundred times more difficult than the divine treasure cultivators.

  In Qin Hao's words, the cultivation method here is very similar to the Feng Shui of ancient China. In a more profound way, the momentum here utilizes the divine concealment to outline the momentum of this world, in order to counter the enemy. The deeper the divine concealment is cultivated, the stronger the momentum will be outlined, which requires upgrading one's realm.

  In ancient China, Feng Shui was also applied in this way, one is to utilize the dead for the fortune of later generations, simple yet profound, and the other is to utilize the living to outline the grand trend of heaven and earth, and turn it into one's own use.

  Cultivation realm opens the divine treasure, reaching the realm of famous scholars, followed by famous teachers, famous masters, achieving human virtue, human virtue is below earth virtue, earth virtue is below heaven virtue, heaven virtue is below great virtue. Each level has a higher and lower sub-level, and the cultivation of body and divine treasure are shared.

  Unfortunately, Qin Hao couldn't cultivate either of them. Legend has it that during the Chaos Era, Pan Huang created heaven and earth with the power of the Heavenly Way, accomplished great things, and then fell, merging his body with the Dao to become the divine ancestor of the Pan Huang clan. However, their bodies were also incomplete, and although they had a divine pulse, in reality, it was nothing more than a useless chicken rib.

  Some people would say that even if Panhuang Shenmo is not the best, he will still be admired by later generations. However, according to conventional reasoning, this should indeed be the case. But Panhuang Shenmo was born with a great aura and received the blessing of heaven and earth. Apart from cultivation, his life was generally smooth sailing. Later, in the ancient era, someone discovered that Panhuang Shenmo's aura could be transferred, and the method of transfer was to kill him, so that the great aura would descend upon the person who killed him.

  "A common man is innocent, but one who holds a precious jade is guilty." Qin Hao suddenly thought of this Chinese proverb. When you possess a treasure but lack the power to protect it, that's when disaster strikes. The tragedy of the Panhuang divine pulse lies in this very fact. Although the Great Aeon can evade pursuit and killing, if everyone in the world is after your life, how can you hide? Moreover, you don't have the strength.

  "Tianxuan, Tianxuan, you were the one who pioneered our ancestors, but I, a later generation, cannot even get shelter. Is this really fate?" Qin Hao's face was full of helplessness, he now truly felt that the fortune teller must have been blind, what did they mean by 'great difficulties will not kill, there must be good fortune afterwards', was this really his good fortune?

  He called out the name of this world, but his eyes were filled with sorrow. When you are being watched by everyone, what would you feel like? And yet, you don't have the power to protect yourself. To be honest, Qin Hao now somewhat understands those people's way of thinking. If it were him, he might also do the same thing. After all, if one could obtain this great luck, they would then be able to sail smoothly through life. Moreover, this luck can only be transferred once.

  "This is a blessing and a curse, with great ambition but just an illusion. The living are forever the most terrifying." Qin Hao closed his eyes, he could feel that there were people lurking around him, not just one person, but many, perhaps this was his only ability now, to easily sense the hidden presence of those around him, but he couldn't do what they did.

  He really wanted to die under the bright moon peak, rather than let those people get the aura on his body. Perhaps he was not destined to have these things in life. His words moved countless figures around him, making them all feel puzzled, because they felt that this sentence did not sound like something a fool would say. This sentence contained too much philosophy of life.

  He let out a sigh and stepped forward, his foot empty, ready to seek death.

  Just then, a voice flashed, gently embracing him, the familiar fragrance entered his nostrils, the warm and soft body, making people dizzy, she came, the surrounding people retreated.

  "Not letting go yet?" Qin Hao lay in Mingyue Xiang's arms with a dazed expression, his hands tightly wrapped around her, as if savoring the last moment of happiness. Dying in the arms of a beauty was also a kind of happy event, but happiness could never last long.

  "Master." Qin Hao reluctantly raised his head, took two steps back, and looked very dissatisfied.

  "You can't die without my permission, your life was saved by me, your life belongs to me." Mingyue Xiang suddenly stared at Qin Hao seriously, her breath as gentle as a ghostly orchid, making people dizzy and infatuated.

  "Uh........." Qin Hao nodded, with a hint of a smile: "Then Master, kill me now, use my great luck to repay your kindness in saving my life. Consider it the last thing I can do for you. If I can see Master's smooth sailing, Jing Xuan will die with a smile on his face."

  Qin Hao's words came from the heart, even Mingyue Xiang was moved a little, but she shook her head. After cultivating for a hundred years, Mingyue Xiang had long forgotten the mundane world, since that snowy night, after one trial.

  She saved the half-grown Panhuang Yizong, and the innocence and simplicity in his eyes evoked the maternal instincts in Mingyue Xiang's heart. As a Shen Cang cultivator who had beheaded three divine spirits and reached the famous Meng Su realm, she was only one step away from achieving the true Tao and becoming a true immortal. She shouldn't have had emotions, but his appearance changed her.

  When he faced bullying, she would stand up for him, just like her own child was in danger, and instinctively protect him. Watching him grow up step by step, his mind remained simple at that time. Mingyue Xiang didn't know whether to be happy or sad, nor did she know if saving him back then was right or wrong. A divine vein who couldn't cultivate but had a great innate aura, was originally a great disaster, but she took it on without hesitation.

  It was only because every time she saw that innocent gaze, a hint of pride and satisfaction would emerge in her heart. It was precisely this reason that Mingyue Xiang's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, perhaps due to the accumulation of good karma. However, her original intention was not so. Until yesterday, she felt Qin Hao's danger, disregarding the risk of madness, resolutely stopping her closed-door meditation, standing up with a hint of nostalgia in her heart.

  But she couldn't have imagined that her foolish apprentice would regain his senses and always say something astonishing, the pure eyes disappeared, replaced by resistance, stubbornness, and hatred, rather than going with the flow.

  "Disciple, do you know why Master saved you in the first place?" Mingyue Xiang turned her back to gaze at the moonlight, as if reminiscing.

  "I understand that Master's kindness comes from the heart, not for personal gain. So in this life, I will never be able to repay Master's kindness. As the saying goes, 'a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring', let alone saving one's life. May my death bring Master smooth sailing and an unimpeded path to cultivation." Qin Hao still sought death, but he didn't understand the attachment and reluctance in Mingyue Xiang's heart.

  "Should a drop of kindness be repaid with a gushing spring?" Mingyue Xiang found this disciple increasingly inexplicable, speaking words that were more profound than those of the great sages of Zhongtu, containing mysteries and depths she had never seen before. She thought perhaps this was a divine gift from the heavens, and an idea sprouted in her mind, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to tell a lie, to give her disciple hope, for only then would he not be consumed by thoughts of death.

  "Master doesn't need you to repay kindness, I just hope you live well. If one day you can protect Master, then Master will feel relieved. The road of cultivation is full of ups and downs, and there's also a possibility of falling." Mingyue Xiang sighed intentionally.

  "What did Master mean? But I'm a useless person, I won't be able to protect Master at all, and will only drag him down." Qin Hao's heart was anxious, but thinking of himself as a useless person made him feel depressed again.

  But Mingyue Xiang wanted it that way, yet she was hesitant. Did she really want to let him live like this? Wouldn't that be too cruel? Her heart was making a decision, and finally calmed down: "Actually, the Heavenly Pulse is not without a remedy, but the path of cultivation is more difficult than anyone else's, it just depends on whether you are willing or not."

  "What?" Qin Hao's heart was like a withered tree encountering spring, and the extinguished fire reignited: "How to do it, how to save the divine pulse, how to cultivate?"

  Qin Hao excitedly grasped Mingyue Xiang's hand, soft as jade, but he didn't feel it. At this moment, the two words "make amends" occupied his heart, and he had hope again - he could go home, protect the person who had sheltered him for half his life.

  Mingyue Xiang succeeded, and Qin Hao was so excited that it pained her heart. However, she had already made up her mind: "Legend has it that the divine medicine containing the grand trend of heaven can make up for your lack of spiritual roots. Taking one dose can recreate your body. The same goes for the divine medicine containing the grand trend of earth."

  "Miracle medicine? Humph, what is Mingyue Xiang trying to do? Such a thing doesn't exist in this world. The few forbidden lands of Tianxuan might have it, but they're all places of certain death. Even the Great Sects don't dare to enter lightly, let alone him, a crippled body with a divine pulse." A figure hid in the distance, hearing Mingyue Xiang's words, seemed disdainful, but only for an instant before he left. As long as Qin Hao was alive, he didn't care how Mingyue Xiang fabricated things, because what he wanted was Qin Hao's life.

  "Miracle medicine? Master, you're not trying to deceive me, are you? If such a miracle medicine really existed in this world, why hasn't anyone with the Panhuang divine pulse ever been able to fill the heavenly deficiency? From ancient times to now, I don't believe it." Mingyue Xiang's skills were quite high, but unfortunately she would never be able to guess that Qin Hao came from Earth, where such tricks were common knowledge.

  "Hmm." A glimmer of light flashed in Mingyue Xiang's phoenix-like eyes: "What you said, I wasn't unaware of, but in that era, who wanted the Panhuang heritage to revive? No one did, this is human ugliness. In the beginning, Nuwa and Xi Huang protected the Panhuang heritage, but didn't use divine medicine to make up for the heavenly deficiency of the Panhuang heritage, why was that? And later, with the shortage of divine medicine, the hope for the Panhuang divine pulse became even more slender."

  Qin Hao nodded and somewhat understood: "Then what about the second way?"

  "The first method is to take the momentum from the divine medicine and the heavenly spiritual stone, I think the most suitable method for you is to make up for the deficiency of the body's heavenly lack, as long as it can be made up, the Panhuang divine pulse will shine again. As for the second method...” Mingyue Xiang thought for a moment, looking at her disciple's anxious expression, and finally let out a deep sigh: "The second method is to rob a tomb."

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